I Hate You...I Think

Chapter One

I swayed to the beat of the music, the rhythm pulsing in my head, as my body moved to the beat. The lights flashing overhead, everywhere around me were people grinding and dancing. Sweat covered their faces, as well as mine, from the hours of partying. My clothes clung to my body. More than half the crowd was drunk and stumbling over each other.

              The guy that had come up behind me a few minutes ago was dancing with his hands on my waist. His hand touched my stomach pulling me back against his chest, he leaned his head next to mine as we swayed to the rhythm. The music ended and I leaned back against the guys shoulder, panting.

             
  He spun me around so now I was facing him. He was young, maybe a few years older than me. He had messy black hair. He was about a foot taller than me. His muscles rippled as reached up to move the hair from his eyes. I almost turned to muss at the color of his dark blue eyes, there were flicks of silver around the edges. He was gorgeous. He gave a lopsided grin.

             
Another song started instantly. He placed his hands on my hips pulling me closer. We danced around, spinning and jumping. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. I was unbalanced and stumbled into his chest.

             
"You’re pretty. What's your name?" He asked. Even though his words were slurred his voice was like velvet.

             
"Everlyn," I replied with a smile.

             
"I'm Oliver," He stated proudly. Cocky much, I thought rolling my eyes. He leaned down closer our noses almost touching. My head was clouded with all the alcohol, part of me knew I should pull away, but I didn't. His mouth inches from mine. His breath tickled my lips.

             
"Ever!" Kimmy yelled over the music. I jumped away from the guy almost falling over. He wrapped his arm around me and held me steady. I looked up as Kimmy made her way to my side.

             
"We got to go. It's late," She told me. She was completely sober. She didn't like drinking, so she was the designated driver tonight.

             
I opened my mouth to protest but I knew she was my only way home. I shut my mouth frowning. I looked at Oliver a moment then started to go with Kimmy.

             
He grabbed my hand. "Wait."

             
I turned back to look at him. He was staring intently after me. "Will I see you again?"

             
"I...uhhh..." I couldn't seem to get the word out of my mouth.

             
"Maybe," Kimmy told him for me then took my hand and we exited to club quickly. I turned to see him He was still standing on the dance floor watching me walk away.

The buzzing, annoying ring of my cell phone alarm pierced the dead silence of my bedroom. I lifted my head up and reached under my pillow silencing the awful noise.
             

Groaning, I held my head. As much as I didn't want to get up I had to. Note to self, don't let Kimmy talk me into going out the day before first semester. I pulled the blankets back and counted to three before grabbing the edge of the bed and pulling myself up.

My throat ached and my stomach felt like a washing machine. It was twisting and turning. I felt like I was going to be sick. I took a deep breath and placed my feet on the soft carpet. Grudgingly, I padded to my bathroom. Turning on the water in the shower, I waited for it to warm up and stripped off my clothes from last night.

             
The warm water was relaxing and helped wash away the uneasy feeling in my stomach. I lingered a little longer, and then hopped out. I dried my body, then wrapped a towel around me and made my way back to my bedroom.

             
I opened my closet and scanned for something to wear. I ended up with a pair of skinny black jeans and a long blue top with silver swirls on it. Once I changed I went back blow dried my hair and added a light amount of make-up.

My curly red hair cascaded down my shoulders and my bangs were brushed to the right side of my face. Bright green eyes stared back at me from the pale face in the mirror. It didn't matter how much I go out in the sun I always come up burnt and never tanned. I was doomed to stay paper white the rest of my life.

              Checking my phone I still had a little over an hour before my first class. Opening my bedroom door I headed out into my small living room. It was simple. A small love seat, a chair and an entertainment center was all I had for now.

Being a college student, means you always broke. I grabbed a breakfast bar and some medicine for the headache that was about to split my head in two. I munched on my cereal bar while I gathered up my note book and pen shoving it in my purse.

Grabbing my keys and scarfing down the last bite I opened my door. I shoved my headphones in my ears and cranked up my IPod, then headed off to the college down the street.

             
It was a fifteen minute walk. This is extremely long, but is so worth it with the price reduced apartment I found. With my dad gone and my mom a raging alcoholic, there's no chance of any kind of extra support.

             
My phone started vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and answered it without looking at the caller ID.

             
"Yellow," I greeted with a yawn.

             
"Morning, Ever!" My best since kindergarten, Kimmy Lee, replied loudly. I jerked the phone away from my ear and groaned as it felt like I had just hit in the head with a hammer.

             
"I see you have a hangover. I figured as much," she laughed.

             
"Yeah, so could you keep the screaming in my ear to a minimum," I grumbled.

             
"Sorry. So guess what," she said. I could hear the excitement in her voice.

             
"I give up," I mused. It didn't take much to excite her.

             
"From what I have heard the literature professor is quite hot. I have him in the afternoon at two. It sucks we have no classes together this year," Kimmy said sadly.

             
"I know. And, you got that scholarship were you could stay on campus. I was hoping to share an apartment with you."

             
"I know..." Kimmy trailed off.

             
"We should meet in the at Harmon hall and get coffee," I told her, feeling sluggish. Coffee would totally make my day better.

             
"I can't class is about to start for me sorry, Ever. Maybe later we can get lunch," She told me apologetically.

             
"It's all good. Yeah, I'll see you at lunch time."

             
"Well, I better go. I got Bio right now."

             
"Alright see you later Kimmy," I told her with a smile. She hung up and I snapped my phone shut.

             
Entering campus I headed straight for the coffee shop, and got my café mocha: chocolate and coffee, with a fluffy cloud of sweetened whipped cream. I'm in heaven. Sipping happily, I found a seat in the cafe and plopped down. Digging through my bag I found my schedule and scanned it.

             
I had Art history first. I heard a gasp and looked up just as a guy came stumbling into the side of me. Instinctively, I reached out and caught him, and help steady him. He stood instantly straightening his clothes and glasses, looking around to make sure no one had seen him trip. As he looked about I took a moment to stare at him. Why did he look so familiar? He turned around his eyes locking with mine. His eyes were dark blue with silver flecks. Where have I seen him before?

             
"Sorry about that," he apologized in a velvety voice, that made me want to melt.

             
"It's alright. You didn't knock over my coffee, so no harm done," I smiled pushing my hair behind me ear. I expected him to keep walking but instead he took the seat across from me. Okay? I thought mentally.

             
"Do I know you from somewhere? You seem very familiar," he commented looking me over.

             
"I don't think so," I frowned and shifted uncomfortably.

             
He clicked his tongue frowning. A girl came up behind him with a cup in her hands.             

"Here you go," she spoke really laying on the sweet tone pretty thick.

              "Thank you," he smirked then winked at her. She grinned happily and shot me a glare before moving back behind the counter. The guy picked up some packets of sugar and poured seven in his coffee.

             
"Dang, I imagine you got a crap load of cavities."

             
He looked up, as if realizing I was still sitting there.

             
He shrugged. "I like it like this."

             
"Well, good for you," I nodded. He looked back up amused. I ignored him and continued drinking my coffee.

             
"What are you drinking?" He asked and started to reach out for my cup. Without thinking I smacked his hand. He froze a little shocked by my action.

             
"My café mocha. Touch and die," I threatened. He chuckled. I raised my eye brow at him.

             
"I have yet to know your name," he smirked.

             
"Well, look at the time. I got to get to class," I said standing. He frowned. I thought it was funny. I winked at him and left the coffee shop. I crossed the court yard to my first class, Art History. I kind of hoped I would see him again. He was quite amusing.

             
Art history dragged by slowly. My next class was English then I had lunch with Kimmy, and I could go home for two hours then come back for Computer skills.

             
The walk across campus was wet. Yep, wet. It started raining quite heavy about halfway through. So I started running, and trust me. Slippery converse against hard tile floor doesn't quite work out well. I ran up the side walk jerked the door of the English building open. The moment my foot hit the tile it took off out from under me sending me crashing to the ground on my back both feet up in the air.

             
My hair was wet and matted to my face. I tried in vain to pull myself off the ground. Looking around, there didn't seem to be anyone looking. Well, except him. My eyes landed on the guy from this morning. He was standing in the middle of the hall doubled over laughing hard. His face was just about as red as mine was turning. I attempted yet again to get off the floor. Getting on my knees I placed my hand on the door and pull myself up, and sitting my converse flat on the floor cautiously. It seemed okay. I tried the other. I let out a gasp as my leg shot out again and I started falling. A hand shot out grabbing the front of my shirt and righted me.

             
"And, I thought I embarrassed myself this morning," he laughed, and then grinned at me.

             
"Shut up. It's slippery," I replied smacking his hand away.

             
He raised an eye brow at me. "Smacking a professor? That's not very nice."

             
"Professor?" It was my turn to raise and eye brow at him.

             
"Yes?" He gave an innocent smile. I looked him over once again. He can't be a teacher. He's so...young. I looked at the glasses as he looked over them at me. I realized they weren't real. He was just wearing them to make himself look older.

             
"I assume you have English now. Would you mind hurrying up? The class is waiting," he grinned amused. I stared at him a moment and looked over his shoulder at the classroom door that was open. A few students leaned in there seat to look out the door were laughing, most likely at my amazing entrance just now.

             
I pushed past the “professor” and entered the room. Some of the class was trying to not laugh. All the seats were taken in the back so I had to sit up front. I sank down as far in the chair as possible. The dark haired smart ass took his place at the front of the classroom.

             
"Hello, I'm Mr. Wolfe, or professor. It's my first time teaching, so hopefully I don't screw up to bad," He grinned to the class. That got a few laughs.

             
"How old are you?" The guy next to me asked.

             
"I'm twenty four," Mr. Wolfe replied. Wow. He was five years older than me.

             
"You’re young," the same guy next to me commented.

             
"I just finished up college last semester so..." Mr. Wolfe shrugged. At least he got a job right out of college, well...something like that.